KALON TRYOUT FORM MASTERPOST; DO NOT POST!!

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this will be a collective compilation thread for all the forms for the kalon readopts i'm currently participating in. certain kals come from the same readopt, while others may be from different ones. i will link the readoption post to the bottom of each form to make it easier to distinguish one form from the next.

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Kit One

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Kit Two

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Username: jester ;;
New Name: Romeo
Gender: DFAB Agender
Poem They've Written: (350 words)

Reading about love
Is vastly different than actually
being in love.
When you read about love, you dream
Of what could be
Rather than of what's more likely to happen.
You start to fantasize
Of a love story that's too perfect to be real - a love story that will never happen unless you write it down and sell it to Hollywood
Under some cheesy title such as "The Notebook" or "Twilight."
You picture your respective prince or princess
And a meeting similar to those seen on the silver screen
And you dream.
You dream about things you want to happen.
Let me rephrase that: you dream about things you THINK you want to happen.

I guarantee that when you actually fall in love,
Your expectations do a full one-eighty when switching to reality.
Suddenly everything you dreamed of is possible,
And your fairy tale ending is in sight,
And it's terrifying as all hell.
Because, you see,
Reading about love and actually being in love
Are about as different as
Reading about deep-sea scuba diving
And actually doing it.
I guess it's kinda similar - except now
Instead of getting butterflies in your stomach at some cute made-up scenario in your head,
You're nearly hyperventilating at the mere thought
Of going up
And striking up a conversation with your crush.
Maybe the reason they call it a "crush"
Is because of the crushing feeling you get in your throat
That makes you feel like you can't breathe
Every single time they walk in the damned room.

But, seeing as you're a glutton for punishment,
You tolerate feeling like you can't breathe.
You tolerate the painstaking moments of watching them
Go on with their lives
While you never know
What it'd feel like
To hold their hand
In your own.
You tolerate the heartache
That comes with seeing them laughing and smiling with someone else
While you were too scared
To even approach them.
And you even tolerate that hitched lump in your throat
When they say tearfully,
"I do."

After all,
If you love something, let it go.
Isn't that right?